Zhen Guo Princess GL

Wan'er left the door to understand why Xiaoxi went and returned—"she" was in the outer corridor of the main hall of Qiyun Hall, surrounded by no more than a dozen people, all standing in the courtyard, chariots, lamps, and guards of honor. They are all far away from the palace gate.

Wan'er hesitantly stepped forward and called out "Your Majesty" softly. Seeing that her cloak was loose, she unconsciously wanted to tighten it for her. She stretched out her hand, but suddenly hesitated, and when she stopped in mid-air, she saw herself Pulling off the cloak: "It's far from cold, these people are one or two, lest they freeze me to death."

Her voice didn't sound like she was angry, but what she said was far from being happy. Wan'er glanced at her carefully, and saw that all the people on the list were well dressed. Fang took the cloak from her hand and asked softly. Said: "Although it's not cold, but the wind is strong on the boat, it's always better to dress." ——Qiyun Palace is not far from Jiuzhou Pool, she often goes to the pool in summer and autumn, presumably returning to the boat in the evening, passing by here .

She tilted her head to look at Wan'er: "Wanqing thought I was going to Jiuzhou Lake to take a boat and passed by here?"

"Wanqing", this title has not appeared for a long time, Wan'er lowered her head, and said in a soft voice: "The wind in Yaoguang Palace is also strong."

She didn't make a sound for a long time, Wan'er didn't know how to react, so she had to lower her head even lower, and after a while, she heard her say: "Can't I come to see you specially?"

Wan'er's heart skipped a beat, and she was thinking about what to say, she cleverly expressed her panic, and also praised her without losing the opportunity, but she laughed, "I'm going to the Liuli Pavilion to enjoy the scenery."

Wan'er was inexplicably disappointed, bent her knees slightly, and said softly: "If it's Liuli Pavilion, you should wear this even more."

She didn't say a word, just walked inward along the curved corridor.It was only when Wan'er went with her that she realized that she had been drinking, her body was staggering, and she reached out to support her, she looked back at Wan'er, smiled, and let Wan'er help her into the palace , leaning on the main seat, Wan'er wanted to stand in front of her, but she held her hand tightly, so she had to stand very close, and said cautiously: "If your majesty drinks wine, you should still drink wine." Go back early, take a bath and rest."

She collapsed on the back of a chair, squinting at Wan'er: "Go back? The whole palace city belongs to me, where do you want me to go back?"

Wan'er was sure that she was drunk, but instead became more courageous, she held her hand instead, half-kneeled and half-squatted in front of her, while the other hand hooked her other hand, and looked up at her: "It's the concubine who said Wrong, if His Majesty wants to rest in Qiyun Palace, I will send someone to serve His Majesty to bed."

She looked at Wan'er fixedly, her eyes were sharp, as if she had seen through Wan'er's mind, Wan'er's cheeks were slightly red, she let go of her hands, put them on her knees, and knelt down in front of her completely, bowing her head With his chest in his arms, he said softly, "Your Majesty?"

She didn't answer, but curled her legs, and leaned back into the armchair: "No need." With one hand resting her chest, the other hand straightened the hem of her clothes, and said lazily, "Is it fun to be happy?"

Wan'er expected that she would ask this question, even though it was in an unexpected place and at an unexpected time, she was not too flustered: "I walked around the temple with the princess in the morning, saw the old residence, and chatted with some female teachers for a while. After chatting for a while, we had lunch together. In the afternoon, we went to the garden, and 21 scholars came together to compose poems with the four parts of Jiaofang music, limited to the sound of drums, and did not limit the rhyme. We got a total of [-] poems and six articles. The concubine and others have made a rough selection, and after the princess copies it, it will be presented to His Majesty."

Wan'er deliberately answered in detail, but she didn't expect that she didn't like the answer: "What I'm asking is Chang Le is fun?"

Wan'er was stunned: "...the flowers are planted and the scenery is pleasant..."

She shook her head with a smile, moved slightly, leaned closer to the side of the chair, and raised her face accordingly: "You only say 'fun' or 'not fun'."

Wan'er hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's fun."

She nodded, moved her legs, and retracted them again. Wan'er noticed the confines of the armchair, raised her head and said, "Your Majesty...won't you move to the inner hall?"

She waved her hand, wondering if her head was drunk, she swayed, and raised her forehead with the other hand. Seeing that she didn't mean it, Wan'er said in a low voice: "If not, please go and sit on the concubine's couch in the palace. Your Majesty making tea?"

As soon as this question was asked, Wan'er's face turned red involuntarily, but she responded immediately, and walked to the side hall holding Wan'er's hand. Wan'er's original intention was to lead her to the inner bed so that she could rest in time. But she caught a glimpse of the tea house at a glance, walked over on her own, and sat down on the table. Wan'er had to make a fire and boil water in front of her, and she could feel her eyes falling on her every time she moved, she was really uncomfortable, and When everything was in order, but the water was not boiling, the room was silent, and it was really embarrassing. She saw a palm leaf fan by the tea stove, and took it in her hand, pretending to fan the wind. She was drunk, but her eyes were sharp, and she saw it at first sight. , smiled and asked: "Is that a palm fan?"

Wan'er was worried and had nothing to talk about, so she hummed lightly, and presented the fan, but she didn't take it, she just stroked the fan with one hand, and said with a smile: "Do you know the story about Xie An and the Pukui fan?"

Her fingertips touched Wan'er's fingertips, just a short touch, but Wan'er panicked, her heart seemed to be boiling, and she said calmly: "Mr. He said: "There are [-] palm-flower fans." The Taifu took the one among them and caught them. The capital masters and scholars competed in the market, and the price increased several times. The price of cattail fans increased several times after being handed by Xie Taifu. Several times, the name is left in the historical records, this is the luck of Pushan."

She still didn't take the fan, but Ren Wan'er held her hands up and pressed her hands on the fan: "Taiping always had amazing words when she was a child. Once I asked her, what is the most precious thing in the world, guess what she answered?"

Wan'er asked obediently: "What?"

She laughed: "She said: 'water and air' - air is a word she came up with, thinking that there is air in everything in the world, but we can't see it, so we call it 'air', which is actually what we say Breathing——I asked her, "These two things are available everywhere and can be obtained without money. How can they be the most precious?" Alive, but if there is no water or no breathing, you will definitely die. Gold, silver, pearls and jade are all things outside the body. Only water and air are indispensable things from the emperor to the head of Guizhou. So it is very precious'. I think so, what does Wanqing think?"

Wan'er didn't know what to say. According to common sense, she should praise Princess Changle a few more times, and then praise "her" by the way, and then say something like "the people are more important than the emperor" and "the people's livelihood is the most important thing". She knew that this was not what "she" wanted to hear. For some reason, Wan'er especially wanted to keep "her" today, and she didn't want to make "her" go away because of improper response-like it did a few months ago.

Fortunately, "she" drank the wine, and without waiting for Wan'er's answer, she said to herself again: "The silk fan is good, but it's a pity that it's flashy. The fan of the palm tree can keep you cool in summer, and it can repel insects and pigs in spring and autumn. It's light and easy to carry." , It’s also good to collect in winter, and when it’s the season, break the palm sunflower and make it, it’s easy to get and easy to make, and Zhaomin rely on it to save the heat, so it’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s precious, why do you say it’s a ‘cheap thing’?”

She was indeed drunk, and she was not lightly drunk, so she was full of long speeches, which seemed to be compliments, but they were not sincere at all—or it was her usual way of winning people's hearts, but the way she used to win people over the past few months There are already enough, no need to rely on these verbal tricks... right?

Wan'er pursed her lips, she was tired from raising her hands, and retracted imperceptibly. There was an instant force on the fan, and she grabbed the edge of the fan, squatted down, and stared at Wan'er: " What does Wanqing think?"

The scent on her clothes was a kind of fragrance that Wan'er had never smelled before, mixed in the rich fragrance in the room, and it was only smelled when she got close to her. What she had in her mouth was not the usual kinds of incense pills, but a kind of fragrance. A somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar smell spread to Wan'er's nose along her breath, causing Wan'er to feel annoyed for no reason: "Your Majesty is so wise, you certainly don't regard palm leaf fans as cheap. But the other person is not Your Majesty..." Wan'er suddenly Shut up, changed his mouth and said: "...the sage is rich in the world, and he cares about the livelihood of the people, so he regards people's livelihood as the most important thing, and his surname has a clan in his heart, so he values ​​the title and salary of the family. Food and fodder are precious. There are billions of people in the world, but there is only one sage. Therefore, what the sage thinks and thinks is what the trillion people don't think about, and what the trillion people think and need is not as far-sighted as the saint—let alone a concubine There is only one body and one mouth, and what you think and worry is not beyond what your body sees?"

Wan'er felt that she was obedient and humble enough, and her answers were just right. "She" should be satisfied, but she didn't know if it was because of drunkenness, but "she" continued to ask: "So you still think that Pu Shan is a Is it a bitch?"

Wan'er bowed her head deeply: "Your Majesty says it is precious, so it is precious; Your Majesty says it is cheap, so it is cheap."

"She" sighed: "Wang Xie Fengliu has long since turned to ashes, and the person holding the fan is no longer there. What's the point of arguing about the value of the fan?" Hastily picked it up, raised his eyes to look at her, but saw her frowning, with a dejected expression, completely different from the expression just now.

Wan'er wanted to comfort her, but just about to open her mouth, she suddenly remembered that there was still tea on the stove, she turned her head and saw that the water was already boiling on the stove, burst after burst, like a stormy sea, Wan'er hurried to pour the water However, after kneeling and sitting for a long time, her legs were numb, and when she finally stood up, she grabbed her violently: "Call someone to come, don't burn you."

Wan'er's heart trembled, and she looked back at her, she seemed to be joking, but also seemed to be serious: "At the end of the year, the royal family will leave the palace, I... find a good family for you?"

Wan'er was startled and called out tremblingly, "Your Majesty!"

She tilted her head and squinted her eyes, like an old court lady checking for cobwebs between the beams: "If you have a candidate in mind, you can tell me that I know it. I will ask someone to check for you. If there is no one, just tell me." What kind do you like: young or old? Do you want people with five surnames, or close relatives of the clan? Don’t worry if you can’t think of it for a while, next year’s imperial examination, I can set up a subject for you..."

Wan'er grabbed her hand in panic, knelt down along her, and called out "Your Majesty" again, speaking very heavily, lest she couldn't hear clearly: "I have no one else in my heart, I... don't want to leave the palace."

She looked at it steadily: "You don't want to leave the palace?"

Wan'er took a deep breath: "The concubine... was appreciated by His Majesty from the court, and was promoted to be... a talented person of the late emperor. She is in the harem and is divided into the survivors. She is not included in the imperial edict. Please ask the sage to judge."

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "You have never served the late emperor, so there is nothing wrong with letting you out of the palace. Besides, whether you are included in the edict or not is just a word from me. If you are afraid of losing the title of the fifth rank, you don't need to worry too much." Concerned, I will choose a high-quality son-in-law for you. The purple clothes, waist gold, and other things I gave you before are all according to the previous example and will not change with your husband or son. The name is in the door. When you want to enter the palace, it is like peace and stability. If your husband and son-in-law leave the capital and you don't want to follow, I will also allow you to stay, your mother..." She stopped suddenly, seeing Wan'er's eyes were red and her lips were trembling: "I wish to serve Your Majesty all my life, I don’t want to be suitable for others, I beg Your Majesty to help.”

She won again, but she was not very happy.

As she wished, Wan'er was so frightened that she panicked and spoke incoherently, she almost hugged her leg and wept bitterly, swearing to God.After all, I am still young, indecisive, and indecisive. If it takes another 20 years, it will probably not be so easy to deceive-maybe it won’t take 20 years, but only three years, five years, or even March, May, no, say Maybe tonight, the little thing will look back and find out how he tried his best to force out the phrase "the words of lifelong service".

She has heard many people say this many times, some people say it so hard that her ears are almost callused, she doesn't even want to hear the word "serve" again, some people...she can't help thinking over and over again To hear confirmation.

But it is not easy to hear a sincere confirmation.

Tiredly, she put her hand on Wan'er's face, trying to wipe away the tears for the little thing, but instead the tears blurred on that face, making her dimpled with light makeup.

This face was not young anymore, at least not as delicate as those who had recently surrounded her, but compared to hers, it was as young and bright as the morning glow.

She hated such youthful splendor, not only because it signaled her own old age, but also because it implied that she would not have much time to have this person.

She has forgotten why people are together and why they like each other.After a long time, some things became natural, like her and the first emperor, and like her hard-won throne.However, everyone understands that behind every "taken for granted" is the careful maintenance of countless people. Just a slight slack can make this maintenance fall apart, just like her and the first emperor, or her throne, or her and the emperor. this little thing.

She liked the little thing, there was no doubt about it.

How much you like it is a big question.

She once thought that her love was like the love of a wise gentleman.However, recently she discovered that this love is not far enough, and she can't be the king extolled in the history books—those people are already very human. Li, but she can't.

When she sees what she likes, whether it's a person or something, she will try to get it, just like this throne, and like this little thing.She knows that this is not the best way, the little thing is young and talented, and the great youth should not be wasted on this old woman.

But there is nothing in the world that shouldn't be done.

She is the emperor, whoever she wants, will be in her hands, whether it is by law, reason, or affection, whether it is coercion, temptation, or temptation, regardless of whether she is... guilty or not.

She squatted down with some difficulty, sat slowly on the ground, and gently caressed the little thing's face. The little thing tried hard to restrain tears, but cried harder and harder under her touching over and over again. Coaxing her carefully, like coaxing her beloved little daughter, but not as carelessly as when coaxing her little daughter.She put her hands on Wan'er's shoulders, knowing that the little thing would fall into her arms in a short time, and after she really threw it in, she carefully stretched out her hands and wrapped her around her.She reached out to untie Wan'er's belt, and found that this little thing was not only unsuspecting and resisting, but even a little shy and eagerly looking forward to it.The corners of her mouth curled up, then fell down again, one hand continued to wrap around Wan'er, and the other hand stretched down, from the chest to the waist, gently and soothingly.Her fingers were not as sharp as they used to be, but at this time it didn't bother her much.She touched the place that should be touched, suddenly worried about her roughness, her fingers trembled unconsciously.Wan'er snorted softly, the snort was covered by the crying, but she was still aware of it, the corners of her mouth curled up again, she stretched out her hand, touched the place where it should be caressed with her palm, and opened and closed slightly to rub.She listened carefully to the crying, and found that the crying subsided very thinly, and then increased again very thinly, so she quietly pressed her fingers into it.She heard Wan'er sobbing, interspersed with a muffled snort or two.She also felt Wan'er put her arms around her, her face pressed into her shoulders, and she gritted her teeth.She patted Wan'er's back lightly with the other hand, and although there was no one around, she still leaned close to Wan'er's ear as if whispering, bit her ear and whispered: "Don't be afraid." She Hearing Wan'er cry again, she couldn't help the intermittent cry.Her heart swayed slightly with the cries, one after another, like boiling water on a stove, her hands swayed and swayed with the swaying of the heart, like a boatman holding an oar, walking against the waves .The real boiling water on the stove has dried up, but the sea water has not dried up in the slightest.She was wandering happily, and she caught a glimpse of the copper pot on the stove out of the corner of her eye, and she couldn't feel the sarcasm in her eyes.

This idiot has been burnt red, and white smoke is coming out of the pot, he looks half dead, like a seventy old man who wants to use his strength but has nowhere to do so.

not like her.

The author has something to say: double update.

small theater:

Zetian: I am the emperor, whoever I want, I will have it in my hands!

Wan'er: ...This is not the reason His Majesty wants every day. Thank you (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻!!!